Thus, one by one, the Round Table Knights, who represented justice and protection, completely fell into beasts.
Even if they could survive, they would never be chosen by the Holy Lance and would surely die after everything ended!
The shocking scene left the audience in awe—
[How terrifying, it truly forces one to fall into a beast!]
[So the knights in the singularity went through such a difficult choice.]
[It's all King Solomon's fault! He created each singularity to destroy human history!]
[Even if Nameless doesn't kill them, they will be destroyed after the Holy Pull; how pitiful!]
[Finally, I understand why Mordred said she would definitely die in the previous singularity.]
In the hotel.
Mordred glanced at the Sun Knight beside her and said seriously, "I think you're still in a state of falling."
The so-called Sun Knight was, in fact, completely incapable of human affairs!
Having traveled thousands of miles to come to Fuyuki City was merely to watch her and her father's battle as a spectator.
Moreover.
The other party had been incessantly trying to persuade her to eat that damned mashed potato, clearly having completely abandoned the justice and protection of the Sun Knight.
You little monster, I can see at a glance that you are not human; admit it quickly.
You are a genuine potato spirit!
"I'll talk about whether I've fallen or not, but you are obviously still in a rampage," Gawain said, looking at her with pity.
This guy was clearly in a rampage, recklessly courting death.
Isn't she afraid that King Arthur will stab her to death?
Artoria silently watched the video.
The singularity, even with King Solomon's behind-the-scenes manipulation, still had nothing to do with her escape.
After being eroded by the Holy Lance, all her thoughts had transformed toward divinity, no longer human at all.
Truly, a crime!
Artoria looked at the quickly concluding sixth singularity and said, "The truth of that fallen King Solomon is about to be revealed."
From enjoying the worship of countless people as the Magic King to falling into the Demon King who ignited human history, it was an exaggerated transformation to the extreme.
It was far worse than her transformation into the Lion King or Gilgamesh's darkened middle-school phase.
It made Artoria very curious about what he had gone through.
"Clearly, that King Solomon disguised himself as the ordinary Doctor Roman, wanting to play a game of house," Mordred said bluntly.
It was too obvious.
Even a pig could guess it.
While igniting human history, he also disguised himself as an ordinary doctor in Chaldea, playing an unprecedented real-life game with Nameless.
What a wicked sense of humor!
Mordred said with disgust: "So, King Solomon must be eliminated; it's best to make him completely disappear without a trace!"
An absolutely incomprehensible behind-the-scenes manipulator, a murderous maniac filled with malice.
She only wanted to fight him herself and eliminate him, having no intention of showing any mercy.
"I suddenly feel like there might be a twist later," Gawain said, basking in the warm sunlight, seemingly deep in thought.
"Cut it out, you're just trying to fool people; it's impossible!"
Mordred rolled her eyes.
"Then should we bet on potatoes…"
"Not betting! Get lost!"
Mordred, having grown a little cunning, refused without hesitation.
Even with a 0.01% chance, she wouldn't want to try!
Damn potato spirit, you won't trick me!
The video continued.
Scenes from the seventh singularity, "Absolute Demonic Front," flashed by.
Finally, it settled on one place.
That hero king, dressed provocatively, was sitting on the throne saying: "Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mash, and Merlin, go to Uruk City to find the Tablets of Destiny."
"Oh, the Tablets of Destiny are actually there?" Merlin said, slightly surprised.
"Indeed, this king remembered part of the future I saw before and recorded it on the tablet before leaving."
Gilgamesh rested his chin on one hand: "Because it was during meditation, I have no memory of the sequence."
"So, you were writing a diary while sleeping?" Nameless looked at him with a strange expression.
I've heard of "killing in dreams," but I've never seen someone sleepwalk and write a diary.
"Occasionally. This is something I saw with my clairvoyance; I occasionally see some futures unrelated to myself and unconsciously record them."
Gilgamesh did not hide anything, "It means nothing to me, but for you, it's a priceless treasure."
"Alright, then I'll make a trip," Nameless nodded.
Then.
The scene shifted.
Nameless easily found the Tablets of Destiny and coincidentally encountered the provocatively dressed goddess Ishtar.
Countless monsters surged in, as if transforming into a zombie tide, overwhelming the entire city like an ocean.
In this critical moment.
Nameless wanted to seek the goddess's help.
He heard Ishtar disdainfully say, "Heh, I am a noble and beautiful goddess; how could I assist you in finding that bastard king's things?"
Let's not forget, previously in Uruk, as a dignified goddess, she had been ruthlessly mocked by that human king.
There was absolutely no way she could forgive him.
She would never forgive!
The next moment.
Nameless said with deep sorrow: "I received a large number of gems from the Hero King, and I'm trying to figure out how to spend them; what should I do?"
In his hand, he displayed a number of sparkling gems, shining brightly in the sun, appearing extremely enticing.
"A large number of gems? Where???"
Ishtar's eyes instantly lit up, instinctively blurting out.
Then.
She lightly coughed, a faint blush appearing on her face: "As a noble goddess, it is only natural for me to accept sacrifices to help mortals."
She gazed at him with eager eyes.
She was just short of saying it outright.
"Of course, thank you, goddess!" Nameless smiled as he offered her some gems.
This scene.
Left countless onlookers in awe—
[Damn, as expected of the useless goddess, just a few gems completely bought her off!]
[This is just the beginning; later she will even follow Nameless to fight against the powerful Tiamat.]
[Ishtar: I originally wanted to refuse, but he gave too much!]
[If you didn't throw away the Bull of Heaven, how could you be considered a useless goddess?]
[So, how exactly was such a huge cow lost?]
Amidst the gossip and chatter of the onlookers, Nameless easily bribed the extremely greedy goddess with the wealth he had obtained from Gilgamesh.
With her assistance in battle, they fought their way out of the encirclement of countless monsters.
After obtaining the Tablet of Destinies, Nameless and the others returned to Uruk.
Merlin asked, "So, how should we handle the Tablet of Destinies? How should it be interpreted?"
"No, this king will not read it. Let the last Master of humanity read it instead," Gilgamesh said indifferently. "Simply place your hand on the tablet and recite after me—"
[Once there was a city, once there was a city. At the junction of heaven and earth, in the empty wilderness.]
The next moment, Nameless followed along, reciting the words.
The Tablet of Destinies suddenly surged with layers of mist, as if opening a passage that transcended time and space.
Countless voices overlapped, merging into a cold chant—
[I cannot stand idly by. I cannot simply stand idly by.]
[I cannot allow the atrocities of that king. I cannot allow the cruelty of that king.]
[I cannot forgive that demon who witnessed suffering and sorrow yet did nothing, who only smiled!]
[Thus, I leave these words here. I hope they will endure into the future.]
Though the words were cold, they were filled with boundless rage.
It seemed to be a frenzied indictment of that "king," condemning his cruel deeds.
Then, scenes abruptly appeared on the screen—
The joys and sorrows of countless ordinary people.
Wars raged on, tearing families apart.
Disease and plague spread, leaving countless people bedridden, their bodies picked at by crows.
Some were betrayed, others cursed.
Countless images flashed by, depicting the myriad facets of human life.
The strange voice continued—
[In every era, in every nation, there are countless joys and sorrows.]
[Those who kill their children. Those who kill their kin. Those who know no love. Those who abandon love.]
[Those who rule for wealth, those who lose wealth. Those who seek success, those who despise success...]
[War, slaughter, betrayal, hatred, love, curses...]
[What ugly and pitiful creatures they are—yet this is humanity!]
[People are far too weak to change any of this.]
[But the omnipotent king is different. He possesses clairvoyance that sees past and future, and he can interfere at will!]
[Yet he refuses! He does nothing—he only smiles!]
The voice grew increasingly furious, relentlessly condemning the "king's" inaction.
The onlookers gradually realized who the voice was accusing—
King Solomon!
But the question remained—
What were these accusatory words?
Why did that invincible, all-powerful king do absolutely nothing?
The voice continued—
["You know of suffering and disaster, yet you refuse to correct it?" I accused him.]
[But the king replied, "No, I will not, for I feel no such emotions."]
[This man must never be forgiven! All of us thought the same!]
[We record our fury here, leaving a trail for those who come after!]
The next moment, the scene erupted into chaos—blood and flames surged endlessly.
Clearly, the "king's" inaction had driven them to utter fury.
The voice spoke again—
[Build the temple. Accumulate the bands of light.]
[To destroy that, all resources must be mobilized. To forget that, all time must be expended.]
[Seek the path to the Final Singularity. There lies—the throne of the Mage King.]
[That spacetime is called Solomon!]
[The pinnacle of the end! The altar of the time vortex! The hope of reaching the origin!]